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Everything I Hate

Smalltown Poets
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 
 
 
 Use  these three power chords for all the verses
  Verse 1
   I  think I am  elastic
   These  arms they  are a  wonder
   They  pull form sideways,  up, and  under
   I  think it's time for something  drastic.
 And  it could  be more than I bargained  for
 Ten  to one it  is
  Chorus
 Oh  I'm into everything  I hate
 My  spirit is not  moved
 My  members take the  bait
 Oh,  oh, I'm into everything  I hate
 I'm  still not dead  enough
 To  stifle this debate
  Verse 2
 These heels were made for bruising,
 And the cobble stones they're using,
 All the pleasures of my choosing,
 Boy, I must be born for loosing.
 Heal these souls to hurt no more,
 I'll lift these hands just like before,
 Cover me like a dimestore suit until
 I'm just like You.
  Repeat chorus
  (Bridge)
 Careful  little eyes  what you see

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Readable chord sheet for Everything I Hate by Smalltown Poets

[A5]
 [A5]
 [C5]
U[D5]se these three power chords for all the verses

                        Verse 1

 [A5]   I[A5] think I [C5]am elas[D5]tic       [A5]           [A5]               [C5]                   [D5]

 [A5]   T[A5]hese arms t[C5]hey are [D5]a wonder     [A5]         [A5]             [C5]                 [D5]

 [A5]   T[A5]hey pull form sideway[C5]s, up, a[D5]nd under     [A5]         [A5]             [C5]                 [D5]

 [A5]   I[A5] think it's time for [C5]something drasti[D5]c.

A[Bm]nd it coul[A]d be more than I barg[Bm]ained for  [A]

T[Bm]en to one [A]it is  [D]

                        Chorus

O[G]h I'm into everythi[Bm]ng I hate[A]

M[Em]y spirit is n[G]ot moved

M[D]y members take th[A]e bait

O[G]h, oh, I'm into everythi[Bm]ng I hate[A]

I[Em]'m still not dead[G] enough

T[D]o stifle this [A]debate
        Verse 2
These heels were made for bruising,
And the cobble stones they're using,
All the pleasures of my choosing,
Boy, I must be born for loosing.
Heal these souls to hurt no more,
I'll lift these hands just like before,
Cover me like a dimestore suit until
I'm just like You.
        Repeat chorus
                 (Bridge)

C[G]areful little eye[F]s what you see  [E]

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